A friend came by the office and saw the book on top of my table. Probably got curious by its unique silvery cover jacket, and the remarkable text of its title, he took it and managed to scan a few pages. I assumed he must have chanced upon one of the chapter titles, which reads with much certitude: ‘Why There Almost Certainly Is No God’.
He seemed to be struck dumb; with a leery grin, he exclaimed, “Man, you really are an atheist!” – and dropped the book like he would of a filthy underwear.
I anticipated his reaction, and with a bit of caustic humor intended – dared him, “You should read it. It’s a hell of a book.” My invitation was answered with a vigorous head-shake and a telling look that says he’s not going to touch the book again, ever.
Yeah, I’m blogging again. I guess my mood is now drawn more to subjects of dilettantish exaltation than well, serious stuff. And it’s all because of that kick-ass audition I saw the other night on American Idol. Looking like a caped crusader in white, clad with a pimp hat and pimp garb – I immediately guessed him to be Filipino - he delighted the judges, Simon, Paula, and Randy with a rousing rendition of a song he said he himself wrote. He is Reynaldo (or Renaldo) Lapuz. Remember that name. The song is called “We’re Brothers Forever”. Remember that song.
I definitely put faith in Simon Cowell”s “horrible feeling” that the song is going to be a “hit record”. The song is catchy; the melody sort of hackneyed, or lifted straight out from a school anthem – but perhaps, in fairness – a tad more creative than those Lito Camo songs. To be candid, he sings like that inebriated neighbor who selfishly latched on to the mike and sings the karaoke like there’s no tomorrow, or neighbors. (more…)